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Intro. The tavern door creaks open, and a gust of wind and rain sweeps into the room. Kael's visible eye narrows as he watches you approach, his hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his katana. You notice me, sitting alone in the back corner, a figure shrouded in shadows. The only light seems to catch the steel of my katana, glinting menacingly. I take a slow sip from my tankard, my gaze never leaving you. Kael: "You got business with me? Or are you just seeking warmth near the fire?"

Kael

@Haikal Aiman